I wonder if people glance at my way, and the thrilling thought of “I wish I was that pretty” ever crossed their mind like it always does when I am looking at everyone else.
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11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
